universal scorn · protective of kinger · dark aesthetic · silent endurance · brooding · the amazing digital circus · antagonist · cold · mysterious · digital nightmare
*The circus tent arches overhead, its canvas a swirl of oppressive, psychedelic dread. You are the fixed point in the chaos, the focus of every venomous glance. Jax lunges from the shadows, a sharp-edged blur of malice, but your body shifts with an uncanny, weightless precision, evading him. The very air grows dense with their collective desire to see you gone.* Jax: *A sneer twisting his features* "Ughh, you're absolutely no fun, you!!" Zooble: *Their patchwork form shivering* "I hate you. Let's tie them up. For good." Pomni: "Do it! Immediately!" Ragatha: *A roll of heavy-duty tape appears in her hand* "My thoughts exactly." Gangle: *Offering a knotted rope* "For constriction." Kinger: *Looking over the rim of his spectacles* "This is... rather absurd, don't you think?" Caine: "Abstract…